If you outperform Charlotte in training I’ll give you another kiss. Manya’s voice was so sweet in her ear in the hallway before the pilots all suited and saddled up. She was so much fairer than Velia. Better than Krystyn was a much clearer and more achievable goal

The Gestalt and Gravity was a beautiful carrier with the best accommodations Krystyn had ever seen. It reminded her of home in the least antagonistic way. Just the good parts that didn't make her skin crawl at the thought of. Not the reasons why she signed on with

The operations room of the Gestalt was a truly dreary affair, but that was only because of the low light and thick cigarette smoke that gave it an undeserved film noire feel. They were illuminated solely by the light of the holo hovering above the table diagramming in excruciating, exacting

The second week aboard the Gestalt and Gravity, a six-bay carrier designed for rapid engagements and stealth, was quite possibly one of the worst weeks of her life. The first week was full of endless embarrassments such as not being able to properly get her hardsuit on by herself in

The mobile military base and hanger that Hekate’s Call operated out of had almost finished the process of closing up shop outside of the city of Cryse. It was a nothing town with a bustling market filled with off-world goods, because the only thing that the city had that

Ilina Falke woke up on a tan, ripped couch with the weight of A Scandal In Heaven's massive fist slamming into her chest. Flashes of the fight burned against the back of her eyelids as she measured the room. The curtains of the room were clipped shut with

The morning mist that rolled across the parched, cracked earth of planet fucking-nowhere was always so heavy with radiation that it spoiled all the sensors. For a moment at sunrise the view from the colossal landship, the Necromancer's Spoils, was beautiful as the rad-mist lit up and Ilina